SCP #67: Shiver
Yesterday I had to go into one of those huge city office towers to drop off some documents. It was the kind with a concierge in the lobby to direct you to the correct floor, and a stream of suits, motorcycle couriers and cycling lycra coming and going through the glass lifts. I spent a large chunk of my twenties quite unhappy in office buildings like this, and whenever I end up back inside one I feel very uncomfortable as the negative memories come flooding back in.
The word shiver from yesterday was my starting point for this piece, and I let myself explore some of the uncomfortable feelings that still dwell inside me from that time in my life. I also tried to capture something a sense of the droning of office life.